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A LOOONNGG time ago I testified against a defacto psychopath. The psychopath had tried to end my friend. (I’m being vague so I don’t trigger anyone.) it was terrifying; I waited for months, certain someone would end me before I could testify.
Anyway, the psychopath got a slap on the wrist and a very short prison sentence. For years after I always was paranoid he would find me. Back when landlines were a thing I had an unlisted number and took steps to not be discovered. I would always scan for threats when I went out anywhere.
Anyway, I recently told somebody about the incident, the trial and all that stuff and this person said they would be scared to go anywhere alone and be worried about him attacking them. Even after decades!
I moved a long way away from all that stuff and I’m wondering if I should still be worried? I tend to blow off stuff that others freak out over. Like meh, gonna die anyways, who cares? I’m not certain. Like I’m so used to bad shit IDGAF.
Ever since that person said all that I’m ruminating on the incident/the psychopath which i hadn’t done in a long time. FML. Like I’ll be out walking and my mind goes there and I start scanning for threats.
I’m really f’ng sick and tired (literally) of this haunting me.
(Ps: idk if the psychopath is alive or incarcerated; internet searches over some years yield bumpkiss.) This sucks.
Anyway, the psychopath got a slap on the wrist and a very short prison sentence. For years after I always was paranoid he would find me. Back when landlines were a thing I had an unlisted number and took steps to not be discovered. I would always scan for threats when I went out anywhere.
Anyway, I recently told somebody about the incident, the trial and all that stuff and this person said they would be scared to go anywhere alone and be worried about him attacking them. Even after decades!
I moved a long way away from all that stuff and I’m wondering if I should still be worried? I tend to blow off stuff that others freak out over. Like meh, gonna die anyways, who cares? I’m not certain. Like I’m so used to bad shit IDGAF.
Ever since that person said all that I’m ruminating on the incident/the psychopath which i hadn’t done in a long time. FML. Like I’ll be out walking and my mind goes there and I start scanning for threats.
(Ps: idk if the psychopath is alive or incarcerated; internet searches over some years yield bumpkiss.) This sucks.